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The Adventures
of a Coward
Copyright NEW S5RIAL STORY.
"Even his back looks hanny!”
said his sister, chuckliteg.
Pen was in. white, but not ie the
white which waited for her nt the
hacienda. Miss Fel-we:on did not
consider thio cercnitiny the wedding
at all. The real weddint. would
be before .the Reverend Sande M'!('-•
pherson. rr-
pherson.
Cadera we; flirt a.fair, for Pet-
rick Ferguson ,tad ordered a feast
for- all the piece, tint! the people
were celebrating the day with light-
hearted gaiety peculiar to them.
There was a erowd before the door
of the ,Consulate, a crowd what
laughed and chattered and openly
admired the bride.
Patrick led them into the romm
where the pompous little Consul,
with a wide sash across his shoulders,
was waiting with the old priest as ai
witness. A few words, and it was,
over.
"Is that all?” said Pen.
The priest, in broken English,
was congratulating Mrs. Fairgusson.•
Miss Ferguson hurried Pen from the
dusty room.
"I shall drive her back,. Patrick,"
she said firmly. "I do not consider
you are married yet."
"Yes, please, 1 will go with her,"
said Pen, blushing,
Patrick sighed and submitted.
They returned, with a third car-
riage added to the little procession,
the Consul and the priest being in the
third.
"You are not to speak to her, Pat-
rick or keep her one moment," said
:hiss Ferguson. "She is to go to her
room and get dressed in proper
wedding garments, and you can do
the same."
"My dear sister, do you think I
am going to wear a frock and carry
a topperq"
"You ought to," said Mia Fer-
gu:on, "but I do not suppose for a
minute that you will."
Ile slit not. Vi'hcn• Pen stepped
from her room, clethed in a glory of
satin and lace, ehe found him wait-
ing in the corridor in the gray suit
he had worn earlier. In his button-
hole was a rose which she had picked
for hien the previous evening. He
had told her he should wear it. He
was carrying a bouquet for her—al
bouquet which Miss Ferguson said
contendedly might have come from
London. It was all that a, bouquet
should be. Miss Ferguson had sighed
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with content as she had clasped the
diamonds, which were Patrick's pre-
sent to his bride, about Pen's neck
and in her hair.
"The Ferguson brides have always
worn theta on their wedding day, I
was afraid that he had forgotten
them," she said. "Patrick, isn't • she
a picture?"
At the end of the long corridor
the servants were shuffling and gig-
gling, and Carola's voice was heard
saying that temisseo was an angel!"
e, "Mr. Macpherson is waiting," said
Patrick.
Pen felt her hand clasped and laid
upon hie arm. As in a dream, she
found herself walking through the
group of servants into the drawing-
room, where the service was to be
held. Within the room she was con-
scious that Finlayson was standing
erect and soldier -like !beside the little
fat Consul; that Mr. Macpherson,
solemn as a funeral, was waiting,
book in hand at the other end of the
rooms. They stood before him, and
the service began. Pen was listening
to a long sermon, then she was re-
peating some words, - then Patrick
was saying something, then there wa.,
another long sermon during which
she ]rew that Patrick was standing
a soldier, stiff and at attentoin. They
were married. The little Consul was
shaking her hand. Patrick was cal-
ling Finlayson. Pen threw up her
veil, and looked up at the faithful
?avant. She held out her hand, and
the man took it awkwardly and then
bent over and kissed it.
"Heaven bless you, ma'am!" ' he
mtuttet cid.
"Lead her into breakfast," said
Miss Ferguson' bustling forward. She
was attired in a rich brown silk, with
ornate trimming. Miss Ferguson
would have no shirking of what was
correct for her brother's wedding.
Pen cut the cake in orthodox fash-
ion, and the old Spanish priest and
the little fat Consul pretended that,
they liked it Finlayson, by his
master's orders, stood behind them
and drank their health and tasted the
cake. He disappeared before the
meal was ended.
"He is gone to see that all is ready
for our journey. ' We will not be
long len starting, will we?" whisper-
ed Patrick in Pen's car.
But the priest made a speech in
Spanish, of which Pen did not under-
stand a word; the fat little Consul
followed; Patrick thanked them, and
frowned when Mr. Macpherson gat
upon his feet. The Reverend Sandy
was fond of hearing his own voice.
Elis speech or. sermon lasted half an
bons. The old priest nodded, and the
fat little Consul openly slept. Pat-
rick fidgeted, and at length in a
pause which Mr. Macpherson evade
to draw breath jumped to his feet,
thanked him curtly, and turning to
Pen . bade her get ready for the drive
to the house among the mountains.
All assembled in the court of the
great hacienda to see the bride and,
groom drive away. Pen kissed Miss
Ferguson and climlbed into the cart,
Patrick was impatient to be off
;faom this orowd of men and women,
who were nothing to him and to Pen
00 this'day. She waved her hand to
them, 'There were white roses at
her neck and at her waist, and white
use., ill the large wlik ' lust 101(11'11
aaelt:a Flet' fan' lace to the rosy lips,
titIng; with ha lttthough4, there
t re tears in her y,.: , There a,.. was a
. uJl of the dark meet anti woolen,
.od much laughter and (hatter. '.rite
dr urns filled with rue,,, Lttii. slut
wee, pads (.tail 1111,1 tilt dark I'-
t.x_:r,.,, t rant cam, til.
ul' r•„i upe t ti? -in. 11'11(
a t ,rvtutt, . r r o ,•t and lou elu:d.
tm1 :.b.o'c,td white teeth and spark -
The at little Consul den -
ea (.,•+fly upon the edge of the
revel, and :Advil his .share, of
ed.ii 11.)111 t'arit:t'.•+ basket.
Miss 1' e., icon .:ttu 1 (upon the out-
s, and nodded her (1 .proval. It
• ,ttlitc 0. it ought to be. flowers
iter, :beta, ett,.w'u in the path of
the married -pair. The sun hlazt-d
, ':,nn the wh'.tt• walls of the hacienda
upon the eoethern feces and bright
e•olou^•, unon Patrick in his enol
grey, t1 tx to quiet the rearing
horses', frightened with tilt clamour
and ;he shower of roses, neon Pen
h'ldiut up one 11(01 to protect her
rave from the shower, and laughing
and melding to the rrowri,
- The horse made a ,sudden plunge
anal broke into a trot, Which was al-
lens1 a gallop. Husband and wii'o
were whirled oat of the courtyard
and from the crowd of pimple. Th'
voices became a murmur behind them
They were alone.
"At length!” said Patrick,
The drive up to the house among
the mountains was mare dreamlike
than Fever. Pen's hand rested in
Patatick's. The horses were very
quiet after the starting plunge, and
a their
took own pace up ( the hills
Both than and girl were silent, thein•
hearts •too full for words. They
rested content in their nearness one
to another.
"1 am gl•id it is to thr mountains
we go," said Pen, and Patrick cies-
ped her hand more tightly. The
snow -clad peaks were taking on they
tinge of pink which betokened that
evening was not far away, the blue
of the hollows was steepening into
Purple, a hush was falling upon the
world. Tim sound of loose stone rol-
ling away from beneath the horses'
feet was the only sound to break the.
hush. The air of the mountains came,
to their nostrils and 'touched their
spirits with an ecstatic feeling of
happiness. Hp and up, until they
could see the little house and Fin-
layson watching for them. The
peaks of the mountains were glowing
crimson and pink when the horses
stopped at the foot of the steps lead-
ing to the house. Finlayson was at
their heads, eahuting and silent, an
irreproachable servant.
Pen was lifted from the dog -east
and set upon the steps. She an up
them( lightly, blushing to hear Pat-
rick following closely. At the top,
site stopped and looked round. The
little house was changed. It was
still small, but now there was an en-
trance leading direct to the rooms,
which had been hers on her previous
visit.
"Oh!" exclaimed Pen. "Oh!" site,
was standing in the room. But what
a ehango' rit was white—the purest ,
white—and everywhere were festoon-
ed roses, from white to pink. It was
a lhewer. 'fit for a fairy. A smiling
cla'k-eyed maid was waiting to lead
her into the inner room. Pen said
"Oh!" again. It was ivory white.
In bedroom and dressing -room the
furniture was. of ivory She knew
nothing of the cost, but she thought
it was lovely; her heart swelled, and
happy tears wetted her cheeks as she
recognized the care acrd thought that
had been expended to make this
bower.
From the sitting roots a small op-
ening had been made leading to an
alcove with one long window facing
the towering peaks of the Andes. It
was built into the rock, and with no
room for more than two chairs and a
small table was already aid for
dinner,
"What does the bird think of her
nest?" Patrick asked.
Her eyes answered him..
They sat in the little alcove, and
watched the peaks deepen into piny.'
pie, A soft glow came from the
room behind them, Finlayson had
lighted small silver lamps, and the
dinner was served, Pen sat with the
glow of the pink shade of the lamps
falling on her face. She was sup-
remely lovely in this hour of her
happiness. She looked down on her
wedding -ring, and blushed when look-
ing up with a shy glance to meet Pat-
rick's eyes. Finlayson was discreetly
absent; he had only appeared, like an
enchanter, to change the dishes,
"We httd dinner ]fere alone once
before," said i?en, when tltoy were
at the little uleuve, with lt•uit a1111
,v111., Upon Ole tuble by (pilettt dtin.•<.
rt
'Do y,i renttmbt,t•'
"1 relecaher ninny titin;;::;" lett
dud, i.auhttin ;•,
He. hitt dtawtt her t0 slug w'a"1nw,
.11111 til'`,, lAii./i Jit 1101 r)1t 1.11._ pt•aloo,
•iheve 10111 1, d ,ail mew, saitieg.
1.1110,
the deet curl ie•tut 1, ley 1 t1r.
,ad rip in a corn..( 1111 d 1 1 u,<t •.
for With 0 jealous eye. 1L.- tneett•1•
:lever 1 :;poke to lois wh,ht this, 11('10
wax -in the room with >"1'1 lutnti,
ptrttt•d nod !'','tLt1 1,iui 11,1-
lois be quitl'p'' 1 1. Pi'daYiila
had removed th,. ((haler tthine.., with
iiel.rily which was above pyx!
1112, Itunp.a horned with is suiviiesi
glow in the room, but in tl,• lull,•
alcove there was only the light of
the moon by which til •y^ could ;:i• •
each other's faces.
"What can 1 give you, 1',•n?'• l,,•
whispered. /`What do you vr1trt,
SWeeth •art?''
She smiled faintly, 1•:ti mg her eyes
to his until the moonlight f!llde theta.
"Nothing!" she said with a long
sigh of eontcnt. "Nothing!"
filer head drooped upon his breast
and rested there.
"Do you regret? I am not good
luokin„, as he was. 1—"
She raised her face and her arm:/
crept about hie neck,
"You are stupid!" Elie whispered,
and her lips pouted deliciously. "Or
is it that you pretend that you do
not undol'tand?"
Ile laughed. It was pretence. For
he did understand—a little.
"I ant olcl and gray," he whispered.
"Patty said I should be gray very
early too; then we shall match," said
Pen contentedly.
"Do you want to grow gaunt and
rough -skinned also?"
"Not if you' like me better as I
amp'
She laughed into his eyes, fairer
than the evening star, sweeter and
softer than the roses at her neck and.;
waist; and the dream look was still
on her face and in her eyes.
He bowed his head to hers with a
sudden passionate movement which
sent the blood surging to her face
and even crimsoned her ears.
"Your roses are too sweet, too
sweet!" he whispered. "And you—"
The door of the outer room was
hurriedly opened. Pen was standing
alone:at one end of the alcove, and
Patrick was frowning at the intruder.
"I want to speak to you for a mom-
ent, sir!" Finlayson's voice was
hurried and low,
"What is it?"
"If you will come outside, sir?"
Chapter XXVI
As Patrick wart out of the room
to speak to Finlayson, Pen wondered
what had happened. but she was not
frightened. Patrick was safe, and
nothing very dreadful could happen
to her when he was safe. It was
probably some illness of the horses
that had disturbed Finlayson. Pat-
rick would be hack in a moment,
laughing. The minutes passed, and
still he chid not come. She could
N
hear ]curried and loud talking, at the
doorway. A baby cried, Anita
must have returned from the Lyons,
though Patrick hall told her that
Mrs. Lyon was still too unwell to be
left. There was a pause in the talk,
and then it burst out louder than
ever. She was. going out to see
what it was all about when the door
was opened and her husband carte
back.
"(What is it?" she said. "Is it
Sarah?"
"No, Sarah is all right."
He caught her up and kissed her
until she slipped a hand between his
mouth and hers.
"These Lyons!" he said savagely.
"They are parting us again."
"How can they?" said Pen. "We
are married,"
"It is only for a tune—for an hour
or two any sweet. But I must go."
"Now? She stared in astonish-
ment. • "Now?"
"Yes now. Bang the fool!"
"But I shall be alone—I shall be
afraid."
Tie frowned aid hesitated.
"Don't tempt me! You are per-
fectly safe here, Whet mild Marto
you? I may be back 'lit an hour.
You may be sure I shall not waste a
minute in returning:" He gate a sav-
age laugh, "I an almost tempted to
let the man pay for his folly."
"But what is' it? You have not
told me."
"Finlayson's wife has just brought
news that Lyons and that boy of his
have been away all day from the lint"
"They may have gone to Gadera;
that would take the day,"
"Yes, but they have not. It seems
WA /VT ED
Int trket l;rig:r•
Irolhek
that fool ha, been visiting' th • 1•e.
and sualtin;t f,i r , with them.
Ile wait (11101(0: Utilizing of tiielitt,t
the secret of that supptessi ,told
of theists, Anita says. Any way. 1,
was always. seeing some of them. seal
would melt er.ei. inurm y t')
villas••. Yesterday he v i.: L"o. a
mad thing. Anita 10111: .are 110 had
diseovet•etl something. fp. eve •,1 -
ked tit 11:, wife Anita heard 11 •114
say where, the gold wa' and how Ogg
should ret it, He d:'elarnd that be
had thersecret. This morning ,early
he went off, and Pat would go with
him. HIe did not want the boy to go,
but the child insisted. They went
toward.: the Indian village. They
have not conte back"
"Whitt do you mean to do?"
"I must follow them; I know the
head man of the village, and. I
might get them out of their clutches.
"Could you not get help from
Caclera?"
"No; these Indians 0104 fiercely re-
sentful of being disturbed or of being
intcrferred with. They have lived f
know not how many centuries in this
village. If 'a party from Ceder%
w"re to go to - them Lynn and the
boy would never be heard of again.
Nothing would be known of them by
the Indians; they would vanish as did
the other men who tried to find their
gold."
"Suppose you vanish?" said Pen
in a trembling voice. "Suppose you
vanish, Patrick?"
"I shall not!" he said confidently.
"My sweet, could I leave you? In
an hour or little more I shall be
back in your arms."
"I cannot let you go!"
"There is no danger, or very little,
for me. Finlayson is coming with
me. I shall go direct to the head
man of the village and make hint un-
derstand that Lyon and the boy must
be given up"
"And if be knows the secret of
their gold?"
"There is no gold, or 12 there is it
is too small a quantity to be worth
carrying away."
WEDNESDAY, NOV. nodi, 1927.
1 :"They will have killed theme by
now," 8(111 Pen, her head upon his
breast, i they , • .r.
1 til y h.n .had them all
day! �1 am frightened! 1 cdon't, want
you to go, You canntot. It:lye int'. 4Vt
w onJ; tisli;i„1 ileo nru7•ning•!''
"q)1', 1 11,,•,1'•, 4 ;hrt1
T, ... .u•,f *h• „ Lyon ort.
1'01- 1v rt 1i 1 1 1.1e.;Ay unon
;j!...10'..1.. o _, 111. f.1.%,r1 to
am •1 ; til itirt
lis.,' ;:nil ;,,:i 0' 1 ',i :•.,;,�
11. wot:l•l d,, as well a a.,
"'111 11 1 hire .!-,. '1'll• )r ;tri r•1( t,,.
it. there 1- no ,•olrl, why.hol,ld
•111,•1, them? L n!l s,
41',•1 de, 1101 1-noa' that they iou,4b ,1
,.4-17.1 OP
.gin. 1 bell •v.• they .a.•,, quit,• 1111rtnlr,.;s
('111,1,1 Lyon and Pat art
oreitably back 1 1(I'(• t th••ir home by
n t.'. I)n 1 . Put rbele 1•'
'•So' n,tbeart, !i you tempt me I
h 1F :•toy."
- "You )u know there is dtr.'ye,r. That
why you wish to go with Finlay -
• She
She rai r•d !e..te head and looked -at
h is fae•e•,
`'luta know there is ilanger.”
"There would int danger for Fin-
layson alone; T believe there is little
or nonce for me. The head man knows
me."
There was a knock at the door.
"Are you ready, sit'?"
"I meet choose, Pen. shall I go
or stay?"
Pen caught her lip fiercely be-
tween her teeth. She had come to
a turning -point in her life. She had
been brought up in a simple fashion.
Whatever the rest she must do what
was right. There must be no pal-
tering with temptation. Rut she had
never been asked in her short life to
make the sacrifice she was asked to
make to -night, She knew that there
was danger—much danger Che had
been strung up all day to a nervous
pitch of excited happiness.; her ner-
ves were alert and quivering; she
was quick to probe the mind of the
man who loved her. She knew that
if she chose she could keep him from
going. She recalled Pat, little shock-
headed Pat, with his naughty ways
and his shrill childish voice calling.
"T don't like girls, but 2 like you,
Pen!" He was a child. He 001111
do nothing to save himself. Was she
going to keep help from him? She
closed her 'eyes to shut out the look
of Patrick's face. Perhaps if she did
not see it it would be ,easier to de-
ride, -
"Are you sure that you have some
influence with this ]read man?"
"T am sure," he said steadily.
(Continued Next Week.)
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